Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Technova,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
UT,
Chrome,
Nas,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.